Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.